Is Peace Illusive?

As I lay down, the cares of the day seem weighter than they did moments before. How I long for calm, contented sleep. Why does it illude me? I wish I could will myself back out of bed to deal with my thoughts, but fatigue overwhelms me and my longing for this night to end differently than all those in the past is fast fading – that somehow to chaos in my head will resolve itself.

Why does what seems managable during the daylight hours become ominous monsters when the lights turn off?

Ps. 30:5 “Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”

What a blessing the first rays of sunlight bring – hope – new beginnings – and best of all, the mosters go to bed.